When breathless noon hath paused on hill and vale, And now no more the woodman plies his axe, Nor mower whets his scythe, Somewhat it is, sole sojourner on earth, To hear the veery on her oaken perch Ringing her modest trill ''" Sole sound of all the din that makes a world, And I sole ear. Fondly to nestle me in that sweet melody, And own a kindred soul, speaking to me From out the depths of universal being. O'er birch and hazle, through the sultry air, Comes that faint sound this way, On Zephyr borne, straight to my ear. No longer time or place, nor faintest trace Of earth, the landscape's shimmer is my only space, Sole remnant of a world. Anon that throat has done, and familiar sounds Swell strangely on the breeze, the low of cattle, And the novel cries of sturdy swains That plod the neighboring vale ''" And I walk once more confounded a denizen of earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A FAREWELL TO LONDON IN THE YEAR 1715 by ALEXANDER POPE A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER THE STORM OF WAR by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |